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Can’t Keep My Hands Off You - Owen Joyner x Reader

Request:  there’s not enough owen content on this site so i’m begging u to go write for him!! fluff, smut, angst whatever you want! i’ll take any crumb! 

Word Count: 1527 words

Summary: you had never been a terribly touchy feely person, until you fell in love with Owen and everything changed...

Warnings: swearing

A/N: couldn’t help myself i had to give you guys another fic tonight lol, i’m smashing these out!  not much else to say other than enjoy! 

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“Can you stop playing with my hair, I’m trying to concentrate.” You sighed, removing your hands from your boyfriend’s hair. You were sat in a hotel room, on a JATP cast trip to New York, Owen’s head in your lap, watching some musical on the TV. Owen had been chattering non stop about the musical being shown, so the two of you had turned down an offer from Kenny for a cast dinner and instead ordered Uber Eats to the hotel and had curled up to watch the musical.

“Sorry, I didn’t realise I was being annoying.” You responded after a moment of silence. Normally Owen loved having his hair played with when you were relaxing.

“I’m just trying to concentrate and I can’t do that with you braiding or whatever you were attempting to do.” Owen sighed, sitting up. “It wasn’t that you were being annoying baby.”

You nodded, ignoring the look that your boyfriend gave you. A look that made you feel like you were a child who had been reprimanded and Owen was your parent who was feeling slightly guilty for being harsh. But then again, he should feel guilty. You weren’t doing anything wrong.

You picked up your phone as Owen laid back against the headboard. You had a missed text from Savannah, asking you if you wanted to meet up, so you sent a quick text back to say maybe later, before turning your phone off and lying down.

“You tired?” Owen asked. You made a noise in response. You weren’t really, but all you wanted to do was sulk in peace. Owen rolled his eyes, knowing how you could be.

“Hey, I love you.” He said, reaching out and rubbing your back. After a moment of silence you sighed.

“I love you too O.”

And with that you shut your eyes, forcing yourself to fall asleep.

-

A few days later you encountered an issue again. You and Owen had been sitting in the lobby of the hotel along with Charlie, Jeremy and Carolynn. You and Owen were curled up on a chair, and you were absentmindedly playing with Owen’s hair with one hand and his fingers with the other.

You were completely tuned out of the conversation, and didn’t focus until Owen announced he was going to get a drink. The remaining four watched as he walked away, before Charlie spoke.

“You know you don’t have to touch him all the time Y/N, we’re not gonna try and steal him.” He teased, turning to face you. You rolled your eyes.

“You of all people can’t be commenting on being clingy, Gillespie. Besides, I don’t touch him that much.”

Jeremy and Charlie laughed.

“You sure about that?” Jeremy said between laughs. You didn’t respond.

“Come on Y/N, you’re basically attached to him at all times. If you’re not holding his hand, you’re touching his arm or playing with his hair. He’s not gonna run away if you let him go.”

“Oh hush, I think it’s cute how touchy the two of them are.” Carolynn defended.

You glanced across the room to where Owen was stood, waiting for his drink.

“Do I really touch him that much?” You asked, turning your attention back to the group. They nodded.

“He asked me to stop touching his hair the other night, said it was because he couldn’t concentrate. What if he thinks I touch him too much too?” You could feel your brain beginning to explode with thoughts. Were you being too clingy? Maybe Owen didn’t like being touched... Had you ever asked him that? Were you just invading Owen’s personal space constantly and making him uncomfortable and you hadn’t even asked permission?

You zoned back in when you heard your name.

“Huh?” You asked, noticing Owen had returned.

“I said, do you want to go to the pool now?” Owen repeated.

“Yeah sure.” You stood up, grabbing your water bottle. “You guys coming?” Jeremy, Carolynn and Charlie shook their heads.

“Looks like it’s just you and me then babe.” Owen smiled, reaching out to grab your hand. You pulled your hand away, ignoring the confusion and hurt that appeared on Owen’s face. Clearly you were too hands on, and you needed to take a step back. And if that meant no touching, then so be it.

-

The indoor pool was empty as you walked into the room, the smell of chlorine filling your nostrils.

“Where should we put our stuff? The place is packed.” Owen joked. You bit your lip, ignoring him. Owen frowned, muttering something under his breath.

You put your stuff down on the nearest chair, pulling your shirt and shorts off and jumping straight into the pool. You let yourself be submerged in the water, before kicking up and glancing at your boyfriend, who was still standing next to the chairs.

“You coming in or are you going to stand there all day?” You asked, treading water.

“Oh so you do know I exist, that’s good to know.” Owen spat, throwing his bag down. You frowned.

“Did I do something wrong?”  Owen rolled his eyes.

“The fact that you have to ask that clearly speaks for itself.” He spoke, sitting down on the edge of the pool.

“Okay so tell me then.” You said, trying not to get agitated. Fighting wouldn’t solve anything. Owen was silent. You sighed.

“Or don’t.” You muttered. There was a moment of quiet.

“Why didn’t you hold my hand?” Owen asked, his voice barely loud enough to hear. You paused.

“Because I’m too touchy.” You mumbled.

Owen looked up, frowning. “What?”

You climbed out of the pool and sat down next to your boyfriend.

“It’s because I’m too touchy. Everyone knows it, I can’t keep my hands off you. You said yourself the other night that you didn’t want me touching your hair, and then Charlie told me that I touch you too much and Jeremy and Care agreed, so I decided that I would back off.” You said. Owen rolled his eyes and grabbed your wet hand.

“Y/N, I love you but god you can be a huge fucking dumbass sometimes.” You looked up at him, frowning. Owen smiled.

“I love it when you touch me. When we’re out somewhere and you grab my hand. Or at a meal and you put your hand on my thigh. Or if we’re chilling and you play with my hair or my fingers. I love every minute of it. I didn’t mean to give you the wrong impression the other night, I just really wanted to concentrate, and when you’ve got your hands in my hair my brain goes to mush.” He lent closer to you. “All I can think of is how much I love you, and how much I want to do this.”

He pressed his lips to yours gently, before pulling away.

“So what I’m hearing is keep touching you?” You whispered softly. Owen nodded.

“Never stop.” You moved away, smiling.

“Can we go in the pool now?” You asked. Owen didn’t respond, he just stood up and pulled his shirt off, tossing it in the direction of the chair, and jumped into the pool. When he resurfaced he looked up at you.

“You coming in or are you going to sit there all day?” He grinned, repeating your words from 5 minutes earlier. You laughed, sliding into the pool and swimming over to Owen, who had moved into the shallower section of the pool where you could stand up with the water reaching your shoulders.

“I love you.” He whispered once you arrived.

“I love you too O.” You replied, leaning in and kissing Owen again. Your bodies pressed together under the warm water, hands roaming each other’s backs.

“God can you not have sex in the pool, other people have to use this thing.” A Canadian voice broke you apart. You looked up to see Charlie, Jeremy and Carolynn standing there, smirks on both of the boys faces.

“Okay, first of all fuck off.” Owen said, his tone sounding annoyed but the glint in his eye giving him away.

“And second of all, clearly you don’t know what sex is if you say this is sex. This was barely first base.” Charlie jumped into the pool with a splash, Jeremy not far behind, leaving Carolynn to curl up on one of the lounge chairs, not wanting to swim just yet.

“Keep telling yourself that bro, but there were tongues in mouths that they do not belong in.” Charlie joked back.

“Oh yeah?” Owen asked, before splashing water at Charlie. The Canadian gasped playfully.

“Fuck that’s it, you’ve started a war Joyner.”

“Bring it Gillespie, you don’t scare me.” The two began splashing again, Jeremy now getting involved in the fight.

You swam over to the shallow end, before climbing out and sitting on the lounger next to Carolynn.

“Do you think they’ll ever grow up?” You asked, as the three boys began wrestling, trying to shove each other under the water.

“No, I don’t.” Carolynn laughed. “But that’s why we love them, right?”

You nodded.

That was why you loved them

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